Chapter 507

My villains episode 507

interlude. In the second year (3),

drummers wearing cloth armor decorated with bronze vigorously beat drums.

Dung-dung doo-dung-dung doo-dung!

As if the drums and sticks were enchanted, the sound of the drums resonated throughout the sea. Ten sailboats split the waves in three rows.

All of them painted the decks and waterlines dark red, so when looking down from the sky, it would look like blood splattered on the clear and transparent sea.

The elongated Bowsprit and multi-tiered decks were not much different from the latest popular sailboats, but the massive rams and the massive watchtowers rising from the bow and stern were a bit odd.

In the back row of the lined fleet, several wizards began to cast spells. They were the warlocks of the ‘Incorio Castra’, tools that were raised to serve the two families only for sailing and naval battles.

“Fulchricpil ventus!”

As the spells of the battle mages were completed, a whirlwind arose on the nearby water surface.

As soon as the sailors on deck checked the signs, they pulled the line. The sails are inflated by the wind that blows as the pole breaks and scrapes the water surface.

The ships accelerated like an arrow. The flag fluttered violently and two entangled snakes swayed.

Scale Fleet.

The first fleet of Zahakar and Baluin, which dominates the South Sea,

was heading straight for the small and beautiful atoll (環5焦).

The shore of a small coral island A sandy beach filled with shallow sea water. An old shaman standing there shouted, holding up his head-sized umbrella with both hands.

“Wake up-!”

A booming voice that seemed to be shouting while holding water. The language spoken by the shaman was not human.

No wonder. He was not a human, but a hungry ghost covered in gray-brown skin glistening with mucus. It had no neck, so its head was attached to its body, and its mouth, full of sharp teeth, opened to the size of its body. At the same time as having thick limbs, a pair of small fins were attached to the lower part of the neck, and several thick and short projections that were not known to be horns or tentacles sprouted from the chin or forearm.

“Wake up-!”

Younger kinsmen added strength to him. The magic power was sucked into the old shaman, or rather, into the snail he held up.

Soon, the conch emitted a faint light.

Gouuu-

White foam forms in front of the fleet that is riding the tailwind and cutting the water surface. A column of water rises from a foam as huge as the atoll on which the angler sorcerers stood.

The dark blue pillars soaring high as if to block the sun soon became a ‘living tidal wave’ and attacked the iron scale fleet.

Warlocks in the fleet line spat out the start words without hesitation.

“Ontara evarilo!”

The spell they had prepared from the very beginning was fired in a faint shimmer. The waves wrapped around the raging waves.

Shiii-

Like the legendary Leviathan, the huge tidal wave that was about to swallow the fleet spewed water mist and shrank rapidly. It was ‘Silent Evaporation of Celtira’, one of the unique spells of Razil’s unique magic school Incorios Castra.

“...Oh, sleeping god.”

The old shaman sighed in despair at the sight of the iron scale fleet vigorously burning the low swell.

“It is still too early to find him.”

The general with red hair sprouting from his black shell said in a firm voice. It was a hairy crab with eight thick legs and a pair of claws attached to its bulky upper body.

The shaman looked up at the gigantic general and asked.

“Is it wise to keep fighting?”

“It is the order of the priest.”

“Do I have to give up many lives because of that bald girl?”

“Shut up.”

Sea bass holding spears gathered by the hairy crab. The general whispered as he carefully glanced at the last warriors.

“I fight. you fight too Rejoice, sorcerer, you and I will go to the deepest.”

“Ah...”

“Javelin!”

The harpoon cut through the air again.

As soon as the sea giants got up, they were pierced by four or five harpoons. Because of its enormous size, its long, thick harpoon looked like a small awl. Of course, even with an awl, it is unavoidable that it will be painful if it is deeply stabbed in the wrist, thigh, chest, etc.

Kwee Eek!

Incorios Castra’s battle mages also attacked. A gust of wind ripped out my eye, shallow water wrapped around my ankle, and the sand receded and made a pit.

When the sea giant staggered, the blood knights pulled the harpoon string with all their might. The sailors rushed at the sea giants like dogs and cut off their breath.

“To the deepest place-”

In an instant, they reached a loud roar in front of the Irish army that had dealt with the sea giant. A huge hairy crab mingled with spear-wielding perches and pounced on them.

Among the blood knights, someone walked out without saying a word.

Young, who is about a head taller than the others. He was tightly wrapped in small, sharp scales with a beautiful red luster.

The blood congealed and hardened in his knuckles .

The lump of gore grew in size in an instant and turned into an elongated shape, or a glaive.

Ireland’s first blood knight, Blood Baek Akelle twisted his back.

Tung!

The next moment, the ‘bloody weapon’ was fired with a heavy sound. The upper body of the hairy crab that was chasing the sea bass was split in half.

“Huh.”

A stream of red air swirled in Akele’s grip. The upper half of the giant hairy crab exploded, and the bodily fluids that protruded there turned into ‘bloody wind’. Brave perches were swept away by strong winds and red debris that blew in all directions.

When he turned around, the blood knights silently ran towards the remaining perches. As the sailors shouted and tried to follow them, Akele raised her hand.

“no.”

The eyes of the two hundred or so sailors who landed on the shore as the vanguard gathered. Their admiral ordered, looking back at the atoll.

“Start your search. Find a witch.”

“Yes sir!”

As soon as his order was given, a sergeant took out a horn and blew it with all his might.

Boo Woo Woo –

A low and wide trumpet sound.

Soon after, large sailboats appeared one by one on the distant horizon. There were well over 20 ships that were gathering to Coral Island like that. These were the ships that were placed in ambush for fear that the Fishmen would escape.

After a while, all the remaining fish people collapsed in the shallow sea. The number of people searching the coral island was supplemented. After about an hour, Count Akele finally stood in front of a coral the size of a house.

“Are you dead?”

“The witch lived, sir.”

In the middle of the island, in the shade where weeds grew low, two figures lay down.

“The beast has been slain by our troops. There was no resistance, as if his strength had declined.”

At the explanation of the blood knight, Akele’s gaze briefly touched the monster. It was a terrible monster that resembled an octopus.

He turned his attention to the rest of the figures as if he had lost interest.

“He seems to have lost his mind, but there is no sign that he will wake up.”

The “ho”

beauty caught. Akele stared down at her with emotionless eyes.

He was silent for a moment, wondering what he was thinking, then slowly opened his mouth.

“Secure it. I will return.”

“I understand, sir. Are you going to Tow’s Den?”

“no.”

Watching the sailors cover the witch of hymn with a blanket and load it onto a stretcher,

Akele added:

“I’m going to Serpent Falls.”